About to create a world of words seen through poetic lens vicariously lived when paradigms and ideologies make the verse inhospitable to the human mind.
A striving language professional, I have a dream of breaking the walls of language and academics that measure you by the realness and richness of your diploma.
Night is my friend, for the day is mobbed by traffic, corruption in august halls, and orifice-invasive pollution.
You may try to know me but my writing truly speaks to you what I dream, but not not who I am nor who I will be. I am a eightieth decade new wave rider lost in a sea of millenials.
I am one of the last of my kind, in this sunkissed land of post-postcolonial make-believe nativism. Hold my verses as if they are your own, ready to fade at any given moment...
Following
Stories by Tom Hardy
my thoughts random genuine
ideas like sparkling rain on golden fields, forever humble and grateful
The Forge of the Wordsmith
Poetry and Wordplay, Word craft and World letter, a literary journey in verse and re-verse. Meaning is challe...
I SPY ON YOUR LOVER
Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love.
a love s...